By Martin Nakell
i walk on an unpaved pebbled dirt road. someone walks beside me. on either side, stubble growth abandoned stone and cement buildings, bunkers. a little boy named martin nakell with arm outstretched comes running up behind me. he calls out daddy! daddy! turning, taking him by his outstretched hand, i bring him along. i lift him onto my shoulders. he says, daddy where are we going? doppelgänger – the one with answers – the one walking beside me on my left – he has not wavered. because i knew this was coming, i was prepared i’d been preparing. one day it came.
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